A/N: This is an AU of sorts but not. I hope you all enjoy.

Chapter 1

Coughing along with the horrid fatigue while sitting crunched up at the edge of the couch breathing deep; in and out. Eyes closed; trying to open its shades. A stray bead of sweat slowly rolling down skin and a pitiful grimace of pain with weariness etched on cold features. Thoughts ragged and sharp with the beating pulse racing for miles and miles.

Tony had been in this position before. He's been in a slump of pure dry weakness. It had all began about five to seven months ago. Actually he wasn't quite sure on the truth of it all but it was there.

It all began when he fainted in his bathroom on night. It took a few moments until he woke up but he still had felt groggy. Then he started gagging and gagging until he coughed out black blood. It startled him but he kept still. Next thing he knew, he was in the hospital every few days for the next few months taking test and other things.

Blank. It was all very blank. Ever since that night he's been like this and every time, he had to leave work and go to the hospital. But the strange thing was that it only showed random unrelated symptoms. That's why there had to be so many tests. Too many, he thought.

He took in a deep breath and exhaled, flinching ever so slightly and he winced. This night was a night of half-deranged bowls of these symptoms. They were all quite depressing but he knew he could handle them. As long as they weren't present at work it would be all right.

But he did have a moment at work. He had the "wrist thingy" (as he would call it) still on and Ziva had seemed to notice it. But luckily for him, she didn't speak of it anymore or didn't want to; and he hoped well for it.

Keeping this away from his coworkers was easy yet hard in a weird sort of way. Maybe because being undercover so many times made him used to hiding and lying the important things from his collogues and friends. Maybe, maybe was all he could think on. But he knew that this was had to be done. No one should know anything.

His life was about to begin again in the morning; back into a job he loves. He started to fall deep into a torment sleep with only one true keen of reality in his mind.

Keep the truth from the team.

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Gibbs couldn't sleep this night. Not because of his thoughts on Shannon and Kelly, or Kate, or any of his random thoughts like his wives, no this time it was on something more important. And it was something that had to do with Tony.

He was worried about him. He remembered what Ziva was looking through on her computer. He saw her worry and her concerns. He knew what she felt when she told him why. Now that worry and concern was with him and he couldn't get out of his head.

What if Dinozzo was really sick again? Why is he hiding it? These thoughts roamed in his head as he quietly with a cold beer worked on his boat.